One night, Derrick and I were lying in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and I brought up the topic of marriage again. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I told him. “I want to keep moving forward and not let anyone keep us apart.” My heart was open to him and I had never felt more vulnerable as I did in that moment. The amount of love I felt in my heart was indescribable.
Derrick looked down at me and kissed my forehead. He smiled and held me a little tighter. “One day at time, Cassie. We both just got out of serious relationships. Let’s not run before we walk.”
My heart dropped to my feet, but deep down in my gut I knew that he was right. What was the rush? His divorce was just finalized, and it had merely been days since I had broken off an engagement to an amazing man, solely because of the lies. I nodded my head, agreeing with what Derrick said. With a heavy heart, I sat up, got out of bed, and headed for the shower. As I walked past Derrick, I hiked up my skirt and winked at him. I was hoping he’d understand that my not-so-subtle hint was really an invitation for him to join me.
I purposely left the bathroom door slightly ajar and starting to undress. My bare back was toward him, and I could feel him walking towards me. I jumped into the shower and let the water run down over my body. The mix of warm air and cold water on my body was intoxicating. As I lathered myself with soap, I suddenly felt Derrick behind me. I turned to face him and there stood my handsome older man—naked, full of desire, and with a big smile on his face.
Derrick grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. With his other hand, he grabbed my hair and gently pulled my head back. His lips pressed against my skin, kissing my neck, and slowly moving down to my chest. His grip stayed firm on my hair and the desire in me grew like wildfire. The yearning in my body for this man was intense and I could no longer hold back. I moaned as his hands moved down my body.
The moment was ours and I felt like my life had changed forever. Love filled the air as the two of us became one—needless to say it was the best sex we had ever had. Little did I know that in that moment, I really had become the new Mrs. Friedman, just not in the way I had hoped. That moment was the beginning of our end.